“There’s this illusion that homosexuals have sex and heterosexuals fall in love. That’s completely untrue. Everybody wants to be loved.” ~ Boy George

Wednesday, 30 April 2014


Stars and studs collided at last weekend’s 25th White Party in Palm Springs, one of the largest gay dance parties in the world.

Lance Bass, Lisa Vanderpump, Candis Cayne and Carmen Electra were just a few of the celebrities who hit the glittering red white carpet to accept Icon Awards. Meanwhile, white hot, shirtless hunks took to the poolside to show off some skin and work on their tans before hitting the club for a night of non-stop dancing.
Check out these photos from the weekend’s fabulous festivities…




Tuesday, 29 April 2014


This is one little chapter from the book I reading this days.
This is the single biggest emotional stumbling block gay men have about bottoming—being labeled less than a man. For many of us, bottoming isn’t an opportunity to enjoy a pleasurable sexual experience but an act that threatens our sense of masculinity and the respect that goes with it. Many gay men believe that if they bottom they will become “a bottom.” They fear that bottoming will create a new unwanted identity for them; that they’ll become, ahem, the butt of everyone’s jokes. It just may be that you haven’t been able to bottom (or been able to enjoy it) because you have so many emotional issues around the act. If you can get away from the falsehood of bottoming as anidentity and see it for what it is—an erotic activity—the more relaxed and receptive you will be.

It might be helpful to understand how so many of us came to associate bottoming with effeminacy. The answer can be found in one of the most important gay books you’ll ever read—historian Byrne Fone’s Homophobia: A History. He makes well-documented assertions that sex between men in Ancient Greece was “normal” and idealized, but that there were strict rules regarding its conduct.

There were Homo Do’s and Homo Don’ts. And the biggest Don’t was to enjoy penetration. Being the penetrator was synonymous with being a man. Anything that subverted the concept of masculinity was punished with social ostracism and ridicule. And nothing mocked masculinity more than getting penetrated. Greeks and Romans didn’t really care whom you had sex with (women, men, boys, slaves) as long as you were the penetrator. The Romans even had a word for it: Vir. It was an exalted term, symbolizing the ideal man: He who penetrates other men but is himself not penetrated. Today we still live out those vestiges of antiquity.

We label men “tops” or “bottoms” in part because we’re living out antiquity’s fear of the feminine. In heterosexual thinking, the penetrator (man) is more valuable than the penetrated (women). We’ve adapted that consciousness in our own community, where the penetrator (top) is more valuable than the penetrated (bottom). Clearly, labels like “top” and “bottom” can be useful shorthand for sexual likes and dislikes. But
instead of stating what we prefer— “I like to bottom”— we turned that preference into an identity —“I’m a bottom.” By developing identities out of these labels we cut ourselves off of any unlabeled possibilities. In our
world, tops can only date or hook up with bottoms and bottoms can only do the same with tops. That’s
a whole lot of blindness in a sighted community.



Monday, 28 April 2014


It’s April so if you’re the sort of person who needs a wall calendar, you’ve probably already got one for 2014. However, if you’re a procrastinator, here’s a late recommendation: Official Go Commando calendar. Come on, who doesn’t enjoy looking at a hot Marine, especially when he’s joined by a group of his fellow enlistees and they all strip down for a good cause like the Royal Marines.

The calendar, which celebrates 350 years of the Royal Marine Corps, features the chiseled servicemen sans shirts and sometimes more in stunning black-and-white photographs taken by Emily Nolan. Proceeds from sales go to the Royal Marines Charitable Trust Fund, which offers aid to military families in times of difficulties and need.




Sunday, 27 April 2014


Since the late '80s Kristen Bjorn has been bringing us gorgeous, hunky men from around the world. In fact, at a time when most gay porn was an American affair, Kristen Bjorn took us onto the international scene.


Kristen Bjorn is packed with handsome European hunks who at the very least are sporting gym-fit bodies, but the best are very well-sculpted and ripped. Among the population of Spaniards, Italians and Eastern Europeans, there's a heavy population of Brazilian men. But really Kristen Bjorn gives a selection of men from everywhere: U.S., Canada, Britain, I even saw some men from Azerbaijan and Israel. And if you're a foreskin fan, this is uncut cock heaven.


Kristen Bjorn's DVDs are well known for their exotic locations with titles like Strangers in Prague, Amazon Adventure, Hungary for Men and Caribbean Beat. The performers suck and fuck in finely-appointed condos, estates and hotel suites; and also in barns, warehouses, country homes, gyms and there's lots of outdoor sex, as well. Kristen Bjorn is king of the perfectly choreographed group scene featuring three or four men, sometimes as many as a dozen. BTW, years ago Kristen Bjorn DVDs were the first time I saw hands-free cumshots (a lot of them).


Kristen Bjorn's men have been among my favorites in gay porn. I love European men and uncut cock, so I'm really at home here. And while there's nothing wrong with American porn, it's nice to jump over to Europe and see some fresh faces (or new to me). These muscle hunks have beautiful bodies without being too overdone, and many are very masculine. I like the Casting Couch section best because it features a lot of newcomers and the sex is more natural, but pretty much everything at Kristen Bjorn is hot, and the site has added 310 videos in just over 2 years, so they're keeping their promise of multiple weekly updates. With over 850 videos, including brand new scenes and ones from a decade ago, there's lots to entertain you and keep you turned on.


Saturday, 26 April 2014

MY BUDDY, WWII, Soldiers and sailors unguarded

Article from OUT.com
The Second World War forever enshrined those who lived through it as “the greatest generation.” Though veteran-writers like Norman Mailer and James Jones portrayed their comrades as hard-boiled, red-blooded pillars of machismo, My Buddy (Taschen) reveals soldiers and sailors at their most unguarded. Encouraged to form strong homosocial bonds to mitigate the stress of combat, troops would frolic with their “buddies” away from the frontline.

“Between battles they were able to bathe in makeshift showers and in rivers, lakes, and streams; to swim; catch a few rays and just mess around like the kids they recently were,” writes the book’s editor, Dian Hanson. These jaunts often took place in the buff. As former WWII Marine and memoirist Scotty Bowers puts it in My Buddy’s intro, “There 2013 aren’t many of those shy types in the Marines.” Here, an exclusive first peek.


There was a certain amount of what they call grab-ass in the service, which is what you see in these pictures.
“Playing grab-ass,” but only when you’re not in combat. You know, it's just like a bunch of kids together. These guys were all young in the Marine Corps, 18, 19, 20, and they might play grab-ass when they're swimming in the ocean or swimming in a river. And someone could possibly take a picture.

There are guys who are more likely to do it [take a picture]. There is the shy type of guy, and there is the aggressive type, and the aggressive type is the grab-ass type. If the guys are buddies, the guy might throw his arm around you, you know, and then the next time it's a little kiss on the cheek. And the next time it's a peter squeeze.

You’re just very close buddies, like a father, or an uncle. It's not like you got a kiss and a suck. It's just fucking around. It happened all the time because, you see, there aren’t many of those shy types in the Marines.
— Scotty Bowers

Full article here OUT